The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... soul resolv'd , with soul resign'd ; Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave , Who wilt not be , nor have a slave ; Virtue alone who dost revere , Thy own reproach alone dost fear , Approach this shrine , and worship here . SONNET , ON ...
... soul resolv'd , with soul resign'd ; Prepar'd Power's proudest frown to brave , Who wilt not be , nor have a slave ; Virtue alone who dost revere , Thy own reproach alone dost fear , Approach this shrine , and worship here . SONNET , ON ...
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... soul ; Thou young - eyed Spring , gay in thy verdant stole , [ roar . More welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest How can ye charm , ye flow'rs , with all your dyes ? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend : How can I to the ...
... soul ; Thou young - eyed Spring , gay in thy verdant stole , [ roar . More welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest How can ye charm , ye flow'rs , with all your dyes ? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend : How can I to the ...
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... soul is parch'd with love ! ON THE DEATH OF SIR JAMES HUNTER BLAIR . THE lamp of day , with ill - presaging glare , Dim , cloudy , sunk beneath the western wave ; Th ' inconstant blast howl'd through the dark'ning And hollow whistl'd in ...
... soul is parch'd with love ! ON THE DEATH OF SIR JAMES HUNTER BLAIR . THE lamp of day , with ill - presaging glare , Dim , cloudy , sunk beneath the western wave ; Th ' inconstant blast howl'd through the dark'ning And hollow whistl'd in ...
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... soul , For the foul thief is just at your gate . Daddy Auld , Daddy Auld , there's a tod in the A tod meikle waur than the Clerk ; [ fauld , Tho ' ye can do little skaith , ye'll be in at the death , And gif ye canna bite , ye may bark ...
... soul , For the foul thief is just at your gate . Daddy Auld , Daddy Auld , there's a tod in the A tod meikle waur than the Clerk ; [ fauld , Tho ' ye can do little skaith , ye'll be in at the death , And gif ye canna bite , ye may bark ...
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... soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ' mate will share her toil , Or wi ' his song her cares beguile : But I ...
... soul , delightless , a ' surveys , While Willie's far frae Logan braes . Within yon milk - white hawthorn bush , Amang her nestlings , sits the thrush ; Her faithfu ' mate will share her toil , Or wi ' his song her cares beguile : But I ...
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ain dear Amang auld auld lang syne banks birds Birks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blest blithe bloom bonnie blue Bonnie Doon bonnie lass bosom bower braes braw breast Burns CESSNOCK charms Chloris CHORUS claut daddie dearest dearie dimin DUMFRIES e'en e'er fair fairest Farewell Flow gently flowers fortune's frae glen green hame heart Highland ilka Jamie John Anderson John Barleycorn kiss lassie lo'es Lord Gregory love thee luve Mary Mauchline maun meikle mony morning nae mair naebody Nancy ne'er night o'er owre Phillis pleasure poison'd rantin roar ROB MORRIS sing Skelpin song sorrow sparklin spring stream sweet sweet Afton sweetly syne tear There's thine Thou hast thro tocher TUNE-The twa glancin wander wanton weary wee thing weel whistle wild Willie wind winna ye'll yon town young
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Seite 129 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Seite 177 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Seite 205 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.
Seite 142 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly Had we never lov'd sae blindly Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Seite 125 - Flow gently, sweet Afton ! among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays ! My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream — Flow gently, sweet Afton ! disturb not her dream ! THE SMILING SPRING.
Seite 111 - John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.
Seite 178 - Wear hoddin-grey 2 , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a' that. For a
Seite 129 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a
Seite 175 - The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Seite 142 - AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever ! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me.